You know what? Everyone I know is aware of my issues - family, people I've considered my friends, bar acquaintances, etc... They all know that I deal with depression issues, that sometimes I struggle to find any meaning in life, that I have a hard time reaching out. I express this rather frequently (although hopefully, not annoying so), and yet, it always seems up to me to reach out & tell people I'm having difficulties.
Well, guess what? I'm done. I don't fucking care anymore. If the only time I hear from you is when I reach out, or when I go out to a fucking bar, then I don't need you in my life, because you obviously don't understand. Maybe that's my fault? Yet, maybe not. Doesn't matter... Attempting to reach out is difficult, and I just can't be the one to always instigate.
(I know d-land people are the only ones who'll see this, but it's not aimed at you. Don't feel obligated to reply just because you read this, I'm just venting...)
8:32 - 11/10/18
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